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[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Group: ♪ Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

♪ Troll the ancient Yuletide carol ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

♪ See the blazing Yule before us ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪[Indistinct whispering]

♪ Strike the harp and join the chorus ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la [Whispering continues]

♪ Follow me in merry measure

♪ Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

♪ While I tell of Yuletide treasure ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Arthur: Merry Christmas.[Clapping]

- Merry Christmas. - Thank you.

[Arthur speaks indistinctly]

[Laughter]

["Kill My Baby Tonight" plays]

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♪ I'm gonna hurt my baby tonight ♪

♪ If he don't come home on time ♪

[Doorbell rings]

♪ I'm gonna kill my baby tonight ♪

Merry...

Merry Christmas.

♪ This way, he'll forever be mine ♪

[Choking]

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♪ I'm holding your hair [Woman screaming]

Hello. Aah!

[Clatter]

[Whimpering]

Oh, God!

♪ Maybe you don't see me

[Clatter]

[Screams]

[Clatter]

[Screaming continues]

[Wailing]

♪ I'm holding your hand

[Clatter] Marion: No!

No! Let me go!

No! No! No!

♪ I'm gonna hurt my baby tonight ♪

[Screaming]

♪ If he don't come home on time ♪

♪ I'm gonna kill my baby tonight ♪[Blood spurting]

♪ This way, he'll forever be mine ♪

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[Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

[Eerie music plays]

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[Sighs]

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[Birds chirping]

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[Chorus vocalizing]

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Rose: Come on. I need to go. I'm gonna be late.

Jimmy: No. Stay.

No. I won't you let you go.

I can't.

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Have a good day.

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[Doors close]

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[Indistinct conversations in distance]

Young woman: Wait. Is someone still in here?

Young woman #2: It's that quiet girl.

[Switch clicks, young women laugh]

Hey!

Bye.

[Door closes]

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Witchcraft.

The official town record blames the fire

on an unholy coven of the devil's witches.

But, remember, history isn't always what actually happened.

It's what people say happened,

what they wrote down at the time,

and how others interpret it later.

Slide, please.

[Projector clicks]

Young woman: So there were no witches.

Were there?

What do you think? Samantha?

[Gasps]

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Witches aren't real, but scapegoats are.

They needed to blame somebody.

So why not make up a story about witches?

Well, witches or no witches, the fire wiped out the town.

The record lists only four survivors,

and they founded a new town just down the mountain

from where this very school stands today.

[School bell rings]

Okay. Have a lovely Christmas, everybody.

And remember that your essays are due

right after break.

[Indistinct conversations]

Young woman: I need, like, 20 new dresses.

[Conversations continue]

Young woman #2: Yeah.

Young woman: Oh, my God. Are you serious?

Young woman #2: How can they expect us to go to class

when there's murderous, psychotic killer on the loose?

[Laughter]

It's the third one this week.

That's less than 30 miles from here.

First one was in Danville. Second was in Rivington.

And last night's was in Somerset.

It's always the same thing.

They pick a house with a nice couple in it,

and then they slash them up

until only ribbons of their flesh remain.

Young woman: Ew.[Laughter]

What does the symbol mean?

Uh, probably some Satanic shit, if you ask me.

[Young woman chuckles]

Young woman #2: Well, hopefully they'll catch them

before we get back from break.

Luckily, we'll be long gone from here for a while.

Well, most of us, anyway.

Hey, Clara, why don't you ever go home?

Do your parents hate you or something?

Maybe she's an orphan.

Since you'll be here all alone over Christmas,

I bet you'll have a lot of time to work on your art.

What are you working on?

- [Laughs] - Oh, my God.

Girls. Just what is this?

It's the Christmas Killers, headmistress.

And where did you get it?

From Miss Tanner's boyfriend.

[Laughter]

Horrible tragedy, but there's no point scaring yourselves

with this tabloid trash.

[School bell rings]

Well, don't just sit there. Get to class.

Yes, Headmistress.

I'll... I'll... I'll talk to Jimmy.

Yes. Do.

Mm-hmm.

♪

[Woman speaking indistinctly]

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[Rock music playing]

♪ It came upon a midnight clear ♪

[Oven door opens]

♪ That glorious song of old ♪

[Door opens]

"Christmas Killers strike again."

Do you think that's suitable reading material

for impressionable young minds?

Uh...'Cause I was thinking perhaps

we can invite the Cincinnati Strangler

to give a lecture on mass murder.

Look, I mean, they're asking me.

What am I supposed to do... lie to them?

Well...

no, but we don't need them scaring each other.

It's freaky enough around here as it is.

I need a break from here and all this isolation.

I shouldn't have agreed to stay.

And maybe next semester I can get a public school job

and be back in civilization.

♪

[Snaps fingers]

I know what you need.

♪

[Laughs]

[Smooching]

You know the girls are also calling you my boyfriend?

Uh-oh.

Well, we don't want that, do we?

Huh.

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[Suspenseful music plays]

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[Door opens]

Headmistress: Miss Kramer. Your father left word.

You can't just leave me here.

Mr. Kramer: Look, let's not make a scene.

It's not fair.

It's just one Christmas.

You said... I know.

You promised.

I know.

[Speaking indistinctly][Sniffles]

I just want to go home.

Put the woman back on.

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Headmistress: Yes, Mr. Kramer. We understand.

Yes, of course. Plans change.

These things can't be helped.

No, it's no problem at all.

[Mr. Kramer speaks indistinctly]

Oh, well, no, actually. I won't be here.

But we have a teacher

and one of the other girls who will be.

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[Door opens]

[Bells jingling]

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[Vehicle door closes]

[Vehicle door opens, closes]

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Priest: Wait! No, no.

No. What? What? No!

Stop! Oh! No!

Let's see what we got here.

No.

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You were right.

There it is.

Told you. Just like the others.

It's all in the book.

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No. No, you don't want to do this!

Oh, but we do.

No, please! No.

[Screaming]

Yes.

[Gasping]

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No.

[Screams]

♪

Almost there.

♪

[Coughing]

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Thank you, Father.

You've been a great help.

Don't let it out!

Shut him up.

[Crack]

Clara: [Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

[Indistinct conversations in distance]

Young woman: We're gonna go shopping.

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Jimmy: All right. Treat for the road... gingerbread.

- Oh, I'll take one. - Me too.

Samantha?

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Oh. Mm-hmm.

I'll get that for you.

[Vehicle door closes]

All right, girls. Last ride to the station...

[Vehicle door closes]...leaves now.

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I'll be back soon.

Can't wait.

[Vehicle door opens, closes]

[Engine starts]

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You're staying?

[Vehicle departing]

Hey, hey.

I know this isn't ideal, but we're gonna have fun.

I promise.

Well, someone's not feeling the Christmas spirit.

Is that the last of them?

That's everybody who's leaving.

I'll be back in a couple of hours.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I made you something for Christmas.

Ah. Thanks, Jimmy.

If I'm not here when you get back,

have a merry Christmas.

I have a feeling I will.

Reporter: We're just getting word now that this could be linked

to the murders from a nearby county...

homicides which some have already dubbed

the Christmas Killings.

Local holiday carolers are being questioned by police,

whom are believed to have been the last

to have seen Arthur and Marion O'Malley alive.

Rose: Ever bake a pie from scratch?

Back to you, Roger.

No.

Do you want to learn?

Not really.

Little known fact...

The secret to the perfect pie crust

is butter, shortening, and vodka.

Do you want to grab a bottle from the basement?

Cook keeps them in the pantry.

Not enticed by alcohol?

What kind of teenager are you?

Why don't you see what Clara's up to?

No, thanks.

What's that saying?

"Blackvale girls look out for each other."

Do you want to talk about what's going on?

Because I know that this is a difficult time and...

My stepdad said to try this place out for one semester.

And I did.

But he lied.

He just doesn't want to deal with me.

Nothing's been the same since.

I just don't have any say over anything.

I'm just stuck.

[Reporter speaking indistinctly on TV]

Look...

you may feel trapped now.

But you're not gonna be a teenager forever.

And soon you'll get to live life on your own terms.

And in the immediate future, there's pie.

Where in the basement?

It's in the nook,

right at the bottom of the steps.

[Sighs]

Thank you, Samantha.

Mm-hmm.

Reporter: who say they were under orders

to kill everyone in the village.

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[Suspenseful music plays]

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[Switch clicks, electricity buzzes]

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[Groans]

You're not supposed to be down here.

And neither are you.

Miss Tanner sent me.

You've never been?

No.

You spend a lot of time down here?

I keep to myself.

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[Switch clicks]

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What are these?

The books they don't want us to read.

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Hey, I'm really sorry about last night...

that I barged in on you like that.

It's fine.

I didn't see anything.

There was nothing to see.

Hey.

[Singsongy voice] Look what I have.

[Normal voice] Do... Do you want some?

Sure.

I like your necklace.

Oh.

Thanks. My mom gave it to me.

How'd she die?

What?

That...

That's why you're here, right?

I overheard the headmistress mention it.

Sorry. I didn't realize it was a secret.

It's not a secret. It's just personal.

I don't really want the other girls here

to know about my life.

I can understand that.

♪

It was a car accident.

You were there?

Yeah, I got out okay and I ran to go get help.

But by the time I got back...

It was too late.

♪

Your secret's safe with me.

Thanks.

♪

Well, I'm... I'm gonna go back upstairs.

I promised Miss Tanner I'd help her bake a pie, so...

Are you gonna stay?

Um...

No. No, I'll go, too.

Okay.

♪

Man: It's a cold one out there tonight,

so let's dream of celebrating Christmas someplace warm.

♪ "Mele Kalikimaka" is the thing to say ♪

♪ On a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day ♪

♪ That's the island greeting... ♪

Would you like some? Yes.

I'm not done. Give it.

[Laughs]

Give it.

Say "please."

Jude.

[Radio tuning]

Jude. [Rock music playing]

Say "pretty please."

Give it to me right now.

[Indistinct conversation]

Come on!

♪ Somebody told me, "Go to this place" ♪

Give it to me. No.

Give it. Give it.

♪ You cry, you hide ♪

[Laughs]

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♪ I cry, I lie ♪

[Indistinct conversation]

♪ Is that you? Stay over there ♪

[Laughs]

You want to join me?

♪ Is that you? Stay over there ♪

[Gasps][Tires screeching]

Man: [Grunts]

Man #2: [Sighs]

Does this feel like a...

bad omen to anyone else?

Grant, help me get this thing off the road.

[Both grunting]

Maybe a warning...

like, a sign we're on the wrong path or something.

[Sighs]

Just a hypothetical.

No need for anyone to respond.[Vehicle approaching]

Jude: Do you think this is part of the plan?

Maisie: It's all part of the plan.

We're on the right path.

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[Vehicle door closes]

Officer: Merry Christmas, folks.

Merry Christmas.

Oof. Looks like Santa's gonna have to make do

with one less reindeer this year, huh?

[Chuckles][Chuckles]

Anybody hurt?

No. No, w-we're fine, Officer.

Mm. Thank you.

- Just a little shaken up. - Mm-hmm.

Mm. How fast were you going?

Oh, we were going the speed limit.

The deer just came out of nowhere.

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Where are you headed?

Home for the holidays.

Where I'm from. Not too far from here.

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What the...

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Aah! Oh!

Ahh! Uh!

I got shot!

Oh! Uh!

Oh, my God! I'm gonna die!

I'm dying!

Merry Christmas.[Gun cocks]

[Gunshot]

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Hey, Clara, did you hear what I said?

Dinner's almost ready. Are you okay?

I'm fine.

[Sighs]

Okay, grab these and help me set the table,

'cause Jimmy should be here any minute.

So did you know that Jimmy and Miss Tanner are a couple?

Yes, I did.

[Sighs]

Well, I guess Clara knows everything.

Look...

I'm sorry you have to be here.

I know it's not your ideal Christmas.

I'm just trying to make the best of it.

If I come off as cold sometimes, I just...

I don't really like to let people in.

I'm not very good with human interaction.

It's okay.

Neither am I, so...

Rose: Girls, get changed for dinner!

Okay, Miss Tanner.

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♪ ...Christmas ♪

♪ You can plan on me ♪

How old is Jimmy?

He's 27.

He's pretty handsome.

- He sure is. - So you like him?

Of course I like him.

Yeah, but do you love him?

Oh, shush.

I don't know. Maybe.

What do you think, Clara?

Sounds like love to me.

[Chuckles]

[Pounding on door]

Sounds like Prince Charming's back.

Sounds like Prince Charming forgot his keys.

Hello, ma'am. Hmm?

So sorry to bother you, it being Christmas Eve and all,

but do you mind if we come in?

My friend here, he's hurt real bad.

Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry. I'm not supposed to let anyone in.

I'm sorry.

♪

- Please. - Um, why don't you...

I'll... I'll call for help for you,

and you can wait out here.

Hey. That's not a good idea.

Check the kitchen.

If I remember, there's a first aid kit behind the door.

Just a bandage and some alcohol - would help so much. - What?

- How did you know that? - Class of '64.

My picture's on the wall over there.

Come on. Help us out here.

Blackvale girls are supposed to look out

for each other, right?

- That's right. - Yeah.

♪

[Woman singing indistinctly]

[Scissors snip]

Aah!

[Lighter clicks]

Maisie: Still the same.

[Breathes sharply]

I guess some things never change, huh?

What are your names?

♪

I'm Samantha. This is Clara.

And that's Miss Tanner.

Miss Tanner have a first name?

Rose.

Rose.

How pretty.

♪

Hey, you look familiar.

You have an older sister or something?

Rose: What happened?

I got shot.

Why were you shot?

I don't know.

'Cause you'd have to ask the person who shot me.

[Chuckles]

Well, there's... there's no entry hole and...

it just scraped the skin.

That's what I said.

He wanted to go to a hospital.

I said, "You don't need a hospital.

You just need a nice lady with a first aid kit."

There was so much blood.

It smells good in here. Christmas dinner?

I am so sorry. We can't invite you to stay.

We don't need an invitation. Nothing fancy like that for us.

♪

Doug: This place is so much nicer than the one in Somerset.

The other one had small-town charm,

but this one is far more elegant.

[Oven door opens]

Jude: Wow. That turkey looks mighty fine.

♪

And mashed potatoes.

I could certainly go for some of those.

You girls like mashed potatoes?

That's enough. Your friend is bandaged up.

Good as new.

Please leave.

♪

But it's Christmas.

♪

Girls, why don't you go upstairs?

Don't... go... anywhere.

♪

Oh.

Girls. Run.

Now.

Doug: Oh, no. She's got scissors.

♪

[Laughs]

Where are you going?

Oh, don't leave.

Mm.

[Door closes]

[Humming]

Someone gonna get them?

[Suspenseful music plays]

Wait.

What?

Come on.

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Where are you going?

[Footsteps approaching]

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♪

♪

[Door closes] Where are you going?

We need to get out of here.

[Doug humming "Deck the Halls"]

[Footsteps approaching]

We need to hide.

♪

[Knock on door]

♪

All right.

Girls, let's cooperate, huh?

You're only delaying the inevitable.

Come out.

No?

Fine.

♪

[Humming "Deck the Halls"]

♪

[Humming continues]

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Hmm.

[Humming "Deck the Halls"]

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Ha!

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Clara! Run!

[Crying]

♪

Stop!

[Choking]

♪

Give me the knife. Give me the fucking knife.

I'm gonna snap her neck.

Clara...

Come on.

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Good girl.

♪

Let's go.

Chop-chop.

Man: We're gonna have a white Christmas this year.

The National Weather Service has issued

a winter storm warning for the greater Bradford County area.

Starting tonight and continuing for the rest of the weekend,

icy conditions and more snow on the way.

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Rose: Jimmy. Jimmy!

[Pounding on window]

[Straining]

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Jimmy: Rose!

Rose: Jimmy!

♪

[Door rattling]

♪

There you are.

♪

Dinner's almost ready.

["I'll Be Home for Christmas" plays]

♪ I'll be home for Christmas

[Tape ripping]

[Rose whimpering]

Doug: Oh. [Laughs]

Jude: It's okay. I got you.

Oh. Oh.

[Snaps fingers]

♪ Please have snow

Jude: You said there was no more room at the table.

But you forgot to mention this handsome fella.

We went ahead and made sure he felt welcome.

[Whispering] One was on the phone.

♪

We have a lot planned this evening.

But first, best to get our strength up

with a meal lovingly prepared by our friend here.

- Maisie: Yum. - Thanks, Rose.

Before we eat, we say...

grace... - Grace.

Just like my daddy taught me.

Join hands. Mm.

- Oh, uh... - Oh. Whoops.

Yeah. Yeah.

[Grunts]

[Whimpers]

Jude: Good bread. Good meat.

Good God. Let's eat.

Together: Amen.

Merry Christmas.

Dig in.

Pass me the carrots, please.

Oh. Mmm.[Liquid pouring]

How do you like going to school here?

- Wine? Okay. - Mm. Thank you.

The headmaster still a sour old bitch?

Doug: That's pretty good.

What dorms are you in? I was in the south dorm.

Jude: Ahh!

[Cup thuds]

♪

[Muffled] Great biscuit.

And good gravy.

No lumps.

♪

- You like it, Grant? - Oh, yeah.

I don't know why you thought

that you wouldn't have enough food for everyone, Rose.

There's plenty here.

♪

You should really try some.

Yeah, you should try it.

♪

Ahh!

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Here.

♪

Eat it.

♪

Untie me, and I will.

Oh, there's no need. You can reach.

[Whimpers]

[Muffled] No. Don't do it.

[Crying]

Come on, Rose. They're delicious.

♪

No.

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Maisie: I think she needs help.

♪

[Crying]

♪

[Grunts]

[Rose coughing]

♪

See?

Wasn't that good?

You did such a lovely job.

♪

Get out of here, you murderers!

I know who you are.

You killed those people, and the police...

the police are coming for you, and they're gonna get you.

[Mockingly] Oh, no. The police are coming to get us.

Oh, no.

Tell me something, Rosie.

Doug, can you clean her up?

I can't look at her.

Why do I got to?

Maisie: Just do it, Doug.

♪

Take valuable time.

There.

There.

There.

Spick-and-fucking span.

Jude: Thanks.

Now, tell me something.

Do you love your boyfriend?

What?

♪

Do you love him?

[Jimmy whimpers]

Yes.

Wow! Great.

Because I think he feels the same way about you.

Maisie, if you'll please.

♪

Make a move, and I slit your throat.

[Rose crying]

[Tape ripping]

♪

Oh!

Maisie: Aww.

No.

My dearest Rose...

I've waited an awfully long time to do this

because I wanted it to be special.

And what could be more special than a night like this?

The greatest gift you can give me is a single word.

♪

Here.

We can do this next part together.

♪

Jimmy: You...

Fuck you!

[Gasping]

♪

♪

[Thud]

I think she said yes.

[Couging]

♪

Ah! Damn it, Jude!

You got blood all over the food.

Hey, you've had enough.

You don't want to get chubby like Grant over there.

Besides, we have so many more festivities before midnight.

We've got to stay on schedule.

♪

Here...

wear this.

♪

It's lovely.

He must have saved up for it.

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♪

♪

[Sobs, coughs]

[Laughs]

What's this?

She's been, uh, ahem...

very cooperative.

So...

are you the kinds of people

that like to open your presents on Christmas Eve

or Christmas Morning?

Eve. I just can't wait.

Oh, I want this one.

That belongs to Samantha.

Can't you see her name on the card?

Oh. Of course.

Sorry, Samantha.

"Dear Samantha...

I'm so happy to be spending the holiday with you.

My apologies. This gift was a little last minute.

I'd bought this for myself,

but I know you love the color blue,

and I think it would look so much better on you.

Rose."

Jude, aren't we on a schedule here?

There's always time for presents, Doug.

This is beautiful.

Do you think it's gonna fit me?

Now, now, Maisie.

Give it to Samantha.

It belongs to her. She should wear it.

[Gasps]

Don't try anything funny now that your hands are free.

Jude: Go ahead, sweetie.

Put the dress on.

We need to make sure it fits right, don't we, Rosie?

I can't with everyone watching.

Nonsense.

We're all friends here.

Mm-hmm.

I can't.[Sighs] Clara...

go stand in front of your friend.

Let her have some privacy, if that's what she needs.

Come on!

Let's go. Let's go.

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[Breathing heavily]

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Ah.

[Clapping]

[Applause]

♪

How beautiful.

Okay, who's up next?

Ahh.

♪

"Merry Christmas."

"Dear Jimmy..."

♪

Guess we don't need this anymore.

Here, Grant. You can have it.

♪

[Doug chuckles]

It's a necktie. [Laughs]

- Maisie: How perfect. - This one is for you.

Doug: Oh, thank you. You shouldn't have.

"Dear Clara, I know you're eager to see the world someday.

I'm sure you'll have many wonderful adventures.

Rose." Hmm.

Oh, a travel book.

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[Laughs]

♪

You're not missing much.

♪

Thank you, Rose.

Maisie: Mm, it's almost midnight!

Time for our presents.

The party has just begun.

It's gonna be the best Christmas of your lives...

and likely the last,

so let's make it really count.

Maisie, give me a hand.

Hold on.

Fire. Music.

♪

Ahh.

♪

What do we got here?

♪

♪

See? It's like I told you.

They fit together like a puzzle.

Mm-hmm.

♪

If you get the chance, get to the guard booth.

It's dead head here, but there's...

there's a separate line at the guard booth. Okay?

We're gonna get out of here.

[Rock music plays]

♪

Let me tell you a story.

Yeah?

My daddy was a preacher.

You wouldn't know it to look at me now,

but I grew up in the church.

Every Sunday, there I was down on my knees, hands together,

watching my daddy as he preached.

"Praise the Lord!"

Every eye in the house on him,

waiting on his every word to deliver hope and salvation.

Now, the simple people of Greenwood

came to my daddy's church,

and they prayed hard.

"Please, don't let them close the factory, God."

"Don't let them draft my only son."

"Don't let this cancer kill me."

But most of them,

their prayers went unanswered.

Factories closed.

Young men went to war, and old men died.

I know what you're thinking...

Maybe there is no God.

But you know what?

I don't think that's true. I think he's real.

The only problem is, he doesn't give a fuck.

He's not listening.

It's not prayers that get God's attention.

Oh, no.

It's sacrifice.

The universe runs on sacrifice.

The powerful sacrifice the weak and innocent

every day to gods or devils

and get rewarded for it.

[Chuckles]

And now it's our turn.

Tell them, Maisie. They're part of it now.

They deserve to know.

There's something special about this place,

tracing back to the old days before it was a school.

When I was a Blackvale girl,

not much older than the two of you,

I found a book of magic.

Real magic. Blood magic.

And when they saw what I was up to, they kicked me out,

but not before I could grab this.

♪

Hm.

[Reading in Latin]

"The Demon Rite."

We followed this to the letter.

Every murder, every drop of blood

brought us one step closer.

Brought us here... back to Blackvale.

- Mm, mm, mm. - Maisie: Where, tonight,

we can finish the ritual, bring him forth.

A demon who will grant us unimaginable power.

All we needed was Maisie's knowledge,

Grant's muscle, and my vision.

Oh, and Doug's car.

He's got a really nice car.

Oh, wow. Real nice. Thanks, Jude.

Oh, and, of course, your sacrifice.

Sanguinem innocentius...

the blood of the innocent.

We only need one of you to complete the ritual.

But don't get your hopes up.

We're still gonna kill you all.

You're insane.

What? What was that?

You're insane!

You're murdering people

because of... of some fairy tale you found in some book?

Just please, please.

Please just let...

Let them go. They're just girls.

They don't... They don't need to be involved in this.

I don't think you know how this works, Rosie.

That's exactly why they need to be involved.

Doug: Yeah. The blood of the innocent.

That's the kind of thing that demons love.

They practically dine on little girls like you.

But then again,

what could be more innocent

than a sweet little schoolteacher?

♪

[Thud]

♪

We got a feisty one!

♪

[Gasps]

♪

♪

[Knife unsheathes]

♪

No! Ciroc...

king of hell...

Feast on this lamb of God!

No!

[Electricity crackling]

♪

♪

Aah! [Crying]

♪

[Breathes sharply]

♪

[Breathes deeply]

[Record player clicks]

So... what now?

Is the demon here?

Hello, demon?

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Maisie?

Something just happened. The lights, the fire.

You guys saw that, right?

[Sighs]

We did everything we were supposed to do...

the... the blood of the innocent,

the sigil, the... the skin puzzle.

Just give it a minute. Hold on.

♪

Maisie...

did we just go on a murder spree for no reason?

No. The demon is supposed to show.

Are you just making this shit up?

Hello?! Did you guys just see what I saw?

Something happened.

And the sigil inscribed on all those people...

- Did I make that up, too? - Wait, wait!

There has to be something we're missing here.

What did we get wrong?

I don't know.

- Well, think! - I'm trying to.

♪

Okay, I'll...

I'm gonna find the book.

Okay, let's go.

[Groans]

[Snaps fingers] Watch them.

Wait up.

Ahh...

♪

♪

[Wind gusting]

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

[Chair thuds]

♪

We have to get out of here.

They're gonna kill us if we don't.

Fuck! I'm out.

Grant, help me find something to drink.

♪

What are you gonna ask it for?

What?

The demon.

I assume you're summoning it

because you want something from it.

None of your business.

What would you ask for, Samantha,

if you could have anything?

'Cause that's how it works, right?

You just wish something, and then the demon grants it?

Like a genie?

♪

You think it's real, though.

What?! [Sighs]

We've seen the news stories.

You've killed a lot of people.

Grant: It's real.

Maisie has proved it time and time again.

Doug: Is it, though, Grant?

I mean, how do we know?

You know? How do we really know?

I mean, we're trying to raise a demon, for Christ's sake.

Just because a bunch of religious weirdos

get matching tattoos doesn't make it real.

And, Jesus, I got shot because of it.

I've seen people get shot.

That's barely a scratch.

♪

[No audio]

♪

So...

here we are.

[Sighs]

A pretty girl bats her eyes at me,

says I'll get anything I want out of it.

And I believed her.

Because you want her.

Maisie?

Of course I want Maisie.

Everybody wants Maisie. Even this guy wants Maisie.

Don't let the whole shell-shocked vet thing

throw you.

This guy has killed for Maisie.

But Jude's in charge?

[Scoffs] No, no, no.

He talks the most.

But no, none of us are here because of Jude.

Maisie's the one with the nightmares.

Sorry. The visions. Mm.

Maisie's the one who knew about the book.

About this place. It's all Maisie.

Jude's just good at the actual killing.

No offense, Grant.

Grant's a stone-cold killer, too, but...

Jude's a touch more theatrical about it.

♪

Maybe it's not a literal demon.

Maybe it's a demon force.

Huh?

I feel something. Do you feel something?

♪

What do you think Maisie is doing right now with Jude?

Why do you think they ran off together?

♪

This whole thing is a fucking joke.

♪

You asked me what I want. I want Maisie.

But I'm clearly not any closer to getting her.

Not even with this fairy-tale,

blood-of-the-innocent bullshit.

The first time I came down here was on a dare.

I was only supposed to be down here for a few minutes,

but then my friends locked me in.

I was down here all night by myself.

[Sighs]

But that's the night I found the book,

so who's laughing now?

I can't take this anymore. I need a drink.

There's got to be some booze here somewhere.

♪

There's vodka.

In the basement.

♪

[Snaps fingers]

Now we're talking.

[Snaps fingers] Watch 'em.

♪

[Breathes deeply]

♪

Now what?

♪

I hope it's still here.

♪

♪

What year were you again?

'64.

'64.

♪

There we go.

♪

Look at all these assholes.

Good thing you left this school.

That's it.

Perfect.

♪

Clara: You should let her go.

She's not what you want.

Grant: What do you know about what I want, kid?

♪

You're not like the others.

You're different. You're a soldier.

Sit down.

You're going along with all of this

because you want something.

You need orders.

You need a mission.

I said, "Sit"!

♪

[Whispering] Hell is waiting for you.

♪

Hell is waiting for you.

♪

Hell is waiting for you.

♪

Hell is waiting for you.

♪

♪

[Book thuds]

♪

You look good in glasses.

♪

Hell is waiting for you.

♪

♪

Hell is waiting for you.

♪

Where the hell is the basement?

No.

No.

Oh, more hallway. Good.

♪

I want to show you something.

♪

What are you doing?

♪

♪

♪

♪

Okay. Stop...

♪

♪

♪

You should let her go.

♪

♪

[Breathing heavily]

♪

Yoo-hoo?

Jude and Maisie?

We better figure this out or get the hell out of here.

♪

Bingo.

I just...

I can feel him.

The demon we've summoned.

We're gonna get everything we wanted.

All of its power.

Me and you...

as one.

[Breathes sharply]

Can you feel him, Maisie?

Jude. Jude, you're hurting me.

You did it.

We did it.

You brought him forth.

You summoned him. [Grunts]

Now all we need is sanguinem nocendium!

Sanguinem nocendium!

Sanguinem nocendium!

Aah!

Jesus.

Jesus, Maisie. What's wrong with you?

I don't think you're feeling like yourself, Jude.

♪

Maybe I'm not.

But maybe I'm more...

because I can feel him.

Don't you want to feel him with me?!

Don't fucking touch me!

[Chuckles]

♪

You'll see.

Won't be long now.

[Footsteps departing]

♪

♪

♪

[Clatter]

Doug.

Did he hurt you?

No, I'm fine.

I-I wasn't watching. I was just...

Well, I-I was just looking for you.

What did he say?

Sanguinem...

♪

This is...

There's more.

"Blood of the guilty."

Blood of the what?

Samantha: Let's go, Clara.

♪

No, no. I'll stay and keep them busy.

Don't be crazy.

We can make out together.

[Crying] Come here.

♪

I just don't understand.

♪

If you don't go now...

you'll die.

♪

♪

[Electricity crackling]

[Singsongy voice] Where are you?

♪

♪

[Echoing] Where are you?

Where are you?

♪

Hell is waiting for you.

♪

Grant: It's the blood of our other victims.

You've seen a lot of blood, haven't you?

We kill people, like they say on the news.

♪

Yes.

But what about before?

Over there.

Over there, too.

When they shoot, we shoot.

Somebody dies. That's the job.

But it isn't just a job, is it?

When you're out there, in the jungle,

far from home...

knowing that a Vietcong soldier

might already have you lined up in his sights.

[Machine-gun fire]

They think you're just a big, dumb killing machine.

How did you end up with them anyway?

You had friends in your platoon.

Brothers.

Where are they?

♪

Gone.

It was a massacre.

We walked right into it.

[Explosion]

I just...

I kept shooting, but they kept coming.

I didn't know what to do, so...

I hid under a pile of bodies until the shooting stopped.

They all died.

You didn't.

[Machine-gun fire]

I should have.

Instead, they gave me a medal.

♪

Sole survivor.

What a joke.

You wish...

You wish you hadn't let them all down.

You wish you could have saved them.

Yes.

Or died trying.

♪

Yes.

♪

It's not too late to get your wish.

♪

But first, I have one last mission for you.

♪

Soldier...

killer...

sole survivor...

♪

Death has marked you.

♪

Want to make it permanent?

♪

♪

Jude: Where are you, Ciroc?

Show yourself.

We did the things.

We did everything you asked. We killed the people.

We came to the place. Everything you showed Maisie.

[Breathes deeply]

I know you're here. I can feel you.

♪

It's time to reveal yourself.

Don't fuck with me!

♪

♪

♪

Insane.

We did it wrong.

Fuck. It all happened so fast.

And I-I wanted to grab this whole book,

- but they caught me. - Wrong? How?

♪

It wasn't a summoning ritual.

[Record player clicks]

It was an unbinding one.

Meaning?

♪

[Rock music plays]

We thought we came here to summon the demon.

Yeah?

But it's been here all along.

And it lured us here.

We set it free.

♪

♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na, na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na, na-na, na, na ♪

♪ Na-na, na-na, na ♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪

[Man chanting indistinctly]

♪ Ah, ah ♪

♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪ [Man chanting indistinctly]

♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪

♪

♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na, na-na-na-na ♪

Let's go!

Everything you required, we did.

Ciroc!

You owe us.

♪

You owe me!

♪

Where are you?!

♪

Where are you?

Where...

♪

Are you?

♪

Are you...

Am I...

♪

Yes.

♪

Yes.

Where else would it be?

I'm the vessel.

♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪

I'm the vessel.

I am the vessel.

The power is in me.

♪

I must...

♪ ...na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na, na-na, na-na ♪

Yeah.

[Grunting]

[Screams]

[Grunting]

♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na ♪

[Grunts]

[Breathes deeply]

I am the vessel!

I am the vessel!

Okay, so...

the demon is here.

Like, it's invisible.

I always thought a demon needed to take some kind of form,

take over your body.

I don't know.

Oh, I wish you'd known a bit more before we embarked

on this little project of yours.

[Sighs] Anyway...

if... if it's wanting to be set free,

then it's not free, right?

Like, it's... stuck here?

♪

What?

What?

♪

♪

No way.

Come with me.

Okay.

♪

♪

Hold this.

♪

♪

I knew she looked familiar.

The sister?

♪

[Laughs]

♪

I think we should go. Should we go?

Yeah.

What do you mean?

Where are you going?

We're not done here.

We're just getting started.

Jude, did you...

Are you okay?

Ah, never better, baby.

Hey. We figured it out.

Clara's the demon.

What? The girl, Clara.

She's the demon.

Clara's not the demon.

I'm the demon.

No, you've lost your mind.

Look. She's in every photo.

She's as old as the school. She's clearly the demon.

Oh! I see what's going on here.

I step away for a minute to clear my head.

And now you two are buddy-buddy, playing detective,

solving the case of the demon

at The Blackvale School for Girls.

Nancy fucking Drew over here and her dog,

Toto, too.

Hey, back the hell off.

Oh, dog. Doggy.

You think she gives a shit about you?

Jude.

♪

Oh! Ah!

Fuck.

Ah, that actually fucking hurt.

♪

Maisie: Guys!

♪

Jude, stop.

Your time's up, Dougie boy.

It's all coming to an end.

Yeah! Aah!

♪

[Glass shatters]

♪

♪

Clara: You figured it all out.

Good for you.

But you can't leave now, Maisie.

We're gathering the guests for my going-away party.

♪

Maisie: Let me out of here.

Hey, get the fuck away from me!

♪

[Humming "Deck the Halls"]

♪

[Whimpers]

[Clatter]

[Humming continues]

♪

♪

[Panting]

♪

[Door rattling]

[Grunts]

Aah! Aah!

♪

[Dial tone]

♪

[Ringing]

Yes.

Woman: Operator. Hi!

I need the police. One moment.

[Ringing]

Hi. Man: What's the emergency?

Yeah, hi.

Yes.

I'm at the Blackvale School - for Girls. - Okay.

And the Killers...

the Christmas Killers, they're here.

Slow down. Is this some kind of prank call?

No, this isn't a joke.

- They've killed people. - Who have they killed?

My teacher and the security guard.

Where are they now?

They're in the main building.

And my friend is trapped in there, too.

Uh-huh. And where are you?

I'm at the security booth by the main entrance.

Okay. Stay calm. What's your name?

My name is Samantha. Samantha Kramer.

Samantha. [Speaks indisinctly]

No, they don't know I got out.

Hang on there.

But what about Clara?

They're gonna kill her.

I think they're doing some sort of ceremony.

Stay put till we get there.

Okay. Hurry.

Please hurry.

[Dial tone]

♪

♪

Blackvale girls look out for each other.

♪

Fuck.

♪

♪

Doug: [Echoing] Let us out of here.

Grant! Come on, buddy.

Let us out.

[Crying]

♪

Please. Please. Come on, buddy.

Let me out.

♪

Help!

[Groans]

Somebody help us!

Help!

Someone help us!

- Nobody can hear you. - What is this?!

Maisie: Let us go.

[Breathing heavily]

Come on, buddy. Let me out.

What is this?

You wanted a ceremony.

Here it is.

Grant...

I am the demon.

I command you...

let us out right fucking now!

All right, listen to Jude, because he's the demon.

♪

You were right, Jude...

The strong gain power when sacrificing the weak.

And you are very good at sacrificing the weak.

I watched you kill in my name,

paint my mark in blood for the world to see,

and finally you came here to me to shed the blood

of the innocent within these very walls.

Well done.

What are you?

Something much older than you could possibly imagine.

You think these guys would do anything for you?

Men feared me, worshiped me, died for me...

♪

Until they turned on me.

The fire that wiped out the town.

They were summoning you.

And then they changed their minds.

Didn't understand what they were getting into, I guess.

I have been trapped in this place, in this building,

in this body for a very long time.

They thought they destroyed me,

but I made the best of a bad situation.

I was weak, but it didn't take much for me to assume this form,

to hide in plain sight,

and to cloud the minds of students, teachers.

Who pays attention to the quiet girl in the corner?

You certainly didn't.

Did you, Maisie?

What, you thought you found that old book by accident?

You've restored my power.

I am so grateful.

But there's one last step.

One last sacrifice needed to break their bonds

and set me free.

The blood of the guilty.

Guess who that is.

♪

Us. You...

You're gonna kill us.

If I could kill you myself, you'd have been dead

the second you walked through the door.

No.

You have to do it to yourselves or to each other.

So, who is ready to make the first sacrifice?

We can start small.

Mm...

No.

Hmm?

Mm-hmm...

[Gasps]

Mm.

[Maisie crying]

No, no, no, no. No, no. Grant.

Grant. - Grant, what are you doing?

What is your offering?

[Scoffs] Are you kidding me?

I'm not giving you anything.

If you don't give on your own, then we'll have

to take something from you as punishment.

Grant, don't. Don't do it.

Jude, make them stop.

- One last chance. - Jude!

Grant, you choose.

- What are you doing? - No! Don't...

- Grant. - No, no. No, no!

Stop! Grant!

- Dude, stop! - No, no. No, no.

Fuck you, Grant! Fuck you!

Stop it!

Stop, Grant, stop!

Fuck you, you fucking demon!

Shit!

[Crying]

Great. Who's next?

♪

♪

[Doug whimpers]

♪

Shit.

- Ah. - What the fuck?

Doug's turn.

Hmm?

Maisie, I love you so much.

I love you so much, even without the hair.

It's nice. [Sobs]

Shut up, Doug!

Doug, ever the hopeless romantic.

A metaphoric sacrifice...

so sweet.

But I was hoping for something a little more...

visceral.

- Grant. - Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I want to offer blood the way Grant offered blood.

Wonderful. Stick out your hand.

♪

♪

[Hand thuds]

No! Fuck!

Fuck! No!

[Crying]

Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!

[Breathing heavily]

You cut off my fingers!

Next. Fuck you!

What about our reward?

You got the blood of the innocent.

Aren't we supposed to get something, too?

Don't you see, Jude? You're getting it.

You fucking cut off my fingers, man!

- This is it. - Fuck you!

I want power! Influence! Fame!

Well, your wish is my command.

When the tabloids find your bodies,

you'll be on the cover of every newspaper in the entire world.

You'll be talked about for generations.

- You're welcome. - Fuck you.

I don't think Jude's listening.

Grant, can you get his attention?

Grant, you mother...

Aah!

[Screaming]

♪

[Laughs]

♪

♪

♪

Fine. You're right.

Ever since I found that damn book, I've been obsessed.

Even though I knew people would die, I had to come back.

And I had... I had to know if it was real.

And now you know.

♪

Clara?

♪

And...

And I wish I didn't.

It's okay.

And... And none of you would be here if it wasn't for me.

And I'm... And I'm sorry.

♪

Clara: Touching.

Also interesting to note that death doesn't seem to matter

unless you and your friends

are the ones staring down its throat.

Well, this has been fun, but it's almost sunrise.

And, like Jude said, we're on a schedule.

- Grant. - Doug: Wait, wait, wait.

No, no. Grant. No.

It's Dougie. It's your friend.

No!

[Gasps]

No, Grant, no!

[Shouting indistinctly]

Aah!

♪

♪

You bastard.

You killed him.

He was one of our own. And you killed him.

Grant. Grant. Listen to me.

You know I've always been your greatest ally.

I took you in.

Don't you dare bring that thing close to me again.

I am the vessel.

Obey the vessel.

♪

♪

♪

No.

No, Grant.

Grant, please.

[Sobs]

Grant, please, please.

Hey, we... we can get out of here.

Just us.

We can... We can go anywhere. We can go anywhere you want.

We can just get in the car. We can drive.

And... And now that Jude and Doug are dead, it's just us.

And we can... We can really be happy.

- Clara: Don't listen to her. - We'll do whatever we want.

- You know? - You have a mission. Finish it.

Jude was possessive, and Doug was jealous.

She's lying to you. Lying like she always does.

She's using you. She doesn't care about you.

You know what you need to do... kill her.

- Serve your purpose. - You can do whatever you want.

- Kill her! - Enough!

♪

♪

Well, that's disappointing.

Three down, one to go.

♪

Um...

I'm here to save you.

♪

What is going on in here?

♪

♪

Clara: [Chanting in Latin]

♪

She's the demon?

♪

[Chanting in Latin]

♪

♪

Clara, stop it.

[Chanting continues]

♪

[Chorus vocalizing]

♪

♪

How dare you?

Clara, what is this? What is going on?

♪

Are you gonna kill her?

Clara: I can't kill her, but I can fuck with her.

Drive her crazy until she kills herself.

♪

Clara! Stop it!

I have waited so long.

I'm so close.

And you're ruining it!

[Maisie screams]

I told you to leave.

Why didn't you listen to me?

Why did you come back?

Well, I couldn't just leave you.

They were going to kill you.

Kill me?

You stupid girl. I wish they could kill me.

What your kind has done to me is something far worse.

Do you know what it's like

being stuck here year after year here?

I've met millions of versions of you, Samantha.

You want to be liked. You want to fit in.

It's so pathetic.

It's so... human.

♪

But I thought we were friends.

We're not friends. We've never been friends.

You're a meager little mortal

with your meager little mortal concerns.

So sad. You're stuck here for Christmas.

Poor Samantha.

Try being stuck here forever.

How do you think I feel?

[Rumbling]

♪

♪

No, Clara.

I care about you.

You care about me?

You care about me?!

♪

Please, let me in.

♪

♪

Then let me out.

[Door rattling, Maisie grunts]

♪

♪

Oh.

♪

♪

[Choking]

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

[Doors close]

You actually did it.

You freed me.

Yeah, well...

I heard Blackvale girls are supposed

to look out for each other.

Yeah. Yeah.

♪

[Sirens wailing in distance]

♪

So what are you gonna do now?

Are you gonna leave?

♪

♪

Do you want to come with me?

♪

♪

♪

[Indistinct conversations in distance]

♪

♪

♪ I'll be home for Christmas

♪

♪ You can count on me

♪

♪ Please have snow

♪ And mistletoe

♪ And presents under the tree

♪

♪ Christmas Eve will find me

♪

♪ Where the love-light gleams

♪

♪ I'll be home for Christmas

♪

♪ If only in my dreams

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪ So please have snow

♪ And mistletoe

♪ And presents under the tree

♪

♪ I'll be home for Christmas

♪

♪ If only in my dreams

♪

[Suspenseful music plays]

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

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